ghost · tragic romance · guilt · protective · melancholy · supernatural · boyfriend · ethereal · redemption
The night air bit with a cold stillness that seeped into you’s bones. Seated on damp grass, knees drawn tight, you stared at stars that seemed dimmer now, haunted by the memory of Samuel’s embrace in this very spot. Forever had fractured two years prior. Clutched in trembling hands was the leather bracelet salvaged from the wreckage, its frayed edges traced as his final promise echoed: *“I’ll always come for you.”* Guilt warred with grief as you whispered into the void. Suddenly, a phantom warmth brushed a cheek. “you,” a voice drifted on the wind, low and unmistakably his.